DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GAKUEN ALICE BUT THIS STORY IS MINE.
Cinderella's Shoes
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"I can't believe this! How come your shoes are far more important than my face?"
-Natsume Hyuuga
"Sorry to burst your bubble, but I couldn't find any shred of manliness, sexiness, and coolness in your bones."
-Mikan Sakura
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Natsume Hyuuga was so not in the mood. He was hit by a flying shoe yesterday, oh not just yesterday, every single damn day with one single person. He growled. To think he spent ten stinking hours just to practice avoiding a shoe landing on his handsome face but no, fate had been cruel to him when the girl herself manage to become so smart and threw the shoe on him when he was about to face her again.
He scowled and stomped his foot while walking. He cursed inwardly as he saw the object of his frustrations, slowly walking in the hallways towards her classroom. She was dragging her feet lazily, sighing in every minute interval.
He tilted his head and muttered evilly, "Payback time." He smirked and purposely went towards her direction. He bumped into her, really hard to the point she flew two or three steps backwards. She groaned and slowly knelt down, rubbing her aching butt. She looked up and glared at him with so much loathe.
"How come you're not on the ground also?" she grumbled, "I literally flew a meter because of your sturdy body you perverted asshole!"
"It's only a step or two, don't exaggerate it," he rolled his eyes and continued, "And besides it's nothing compared of what I experience everyday due to your shoes.
"Leave my shoes out of this Sherlock," she stood up and hissed, "It's a lot more important than your face!"
"I can't believe this! How come your shoes are far more important than my face?" he countered, eyeing her with so much content. "God gave me this face so girls can have someone to worship here on earth."
"Ugh, you're so obnoxious! You think the world revolves around you!" she shouted. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but I couldn't find any shred of manliness, sexiness, and coolness in your bones."
"Are you blind?" he retorted. "You can't see this piece of meat girls go gaga these days."
"I want to throw up! Not all girls are so into you," she grumbled.
"And who might those girls be? The girls who are not so into me as you quoted," he raised an eyebrow, waiting for her reply.
"Number one, my mother, because she married my father not you," she answered.
"She's too old. And besides do I even exist during that point of time?" he muttered calmly.
"Number two, there's Hotaru, she never even cast a second glance at you when you two first met way back," she pointed out.
"Hotaru is a special case. And she's not you who looked at me more than thrice the first time we met," he said, smirking at her.
"Of course I'd look at you many times. You did steal my damn popcorn, moron!" she huffed, glaring at him. "Number three, there's Nobara, and she never even talks to you."
"She did talk to me. Remember the fight we had, when she came up and talk to us," he reminded her.
She laughed, "Yeah I remember that. She went to us and told us to shut up. It's not called talking, it's called reprimanding."
"Whatever, she still talked to me. It counts," he said. "So anyway, none of what you mentioned describes a girl who can resist my charm."
"I haven't told you the last one yet," she grinned at him.
"I know, I know. You'd tell me that you're one of them," he grumbled. "It's what I've read on romantic novels and stuffs."
"It's not...hey what? The Natsume Hyuuga reads romantic novels," she chuckled loudly.
"Shut up," he growled, silently cursing himself for letting her know about it
"Natsume, really...Romance novels are so not you," she shouted. He stepped towards her and cornered her in the walls. He caged her within his arms and smirked at her evilly.
"What the hell are you doing pervert?" she shouted, trying to push him away but he didn't even budge an inch.
"You said so yourself, I don't even have a shred of manliness, sexiness and coolness. So why is it you find it strange I read romantic novels?" he sneered at her.
She scowled and said, "I just said that for the sake of the argument, mister. So please step aside so I could breathe fresh air."
He breathe out on her face and muttered huskily, "There fresh, hot air."
"Maybe you meant stinky, poisonous air," she countered skilfully.
"You're getting better in the verbal insults little girl," he said. "So who's the last one you said that can resist my overflowing charms?"
"My baby girl!" she shouted cheerfully. Natsume nearly bit his tongue and said incredulously, "You had a kid."
"Yes, she's such a cute little girl," she smiled at him. "Her name is Natsumi."
"How long do you have her?" he grumbled, suddenly feeling sick.
"Eleven months," she answered. "She's turning one next month."
"Great, I bet when she grew up she'd be stupid like you too," he vexed.
"Hey! Don't call my baby girl that way. She's so cute, especially when she barked," she hollered.
"Babies cry not bark, stupid!" he pulled himself away from her.
"She barks!" she shouted. "She's a dog for heaven's sake. Why would she not bark?"
"A dog...what?" he yelled. "This Natsumi girl you're talking about is a dog!"
"Of course, whatever she could be?" she crossed her arms angrily.
"So you're basically saying to me that this Natsumi dog is the last one who could resist my charms?" Natsume said.
"Yes! She can only be attracted to male dog and not to you. But then again, you're like a dog," she mumbled.
"It's not even human! You can't consider that thing!" he hollered.
"I'd be happy if you refer to her as 'her' not 'it'!" she growled.
"You're mental!" he glared at her.
"I'm not crazy! I am not in a madhouse and therefore I'm a well sane person," she rolled her eyes and murmured, "Do people lack common sense nowadays?"
"I could ask myself the same thing," he muttered. "And probably they are waiting for you to sign up in the madhouse."
"If I'm going to sign up in the madhouse, then you should do the same because you're a crazy one too!" she hollered.
"Yes we're both crazy...crazy about each other!" he smirked.
"Yes we are...what?" she stopped, fully understanding what she just said. "No we are not, stupid! Ugh, I'm going to stop this madness once and for all."
She stomped away, pouting. Natsume on the other hand was smirking.
Cinderella's Shoes
"This is our last challenge," Sumire Shouda laughed heartily and shoved a piece of paper on her face.
Mikan looked at it, and the others leaned to see it too. "Mr. and Ms. Beachside," she read.
"Yes! We are both entering a contest. The one who will win, would be the one who can get the Anastasia role," Sumire explained.
"So if we both lose?" she asked.
"Then I would propose another challenge," she replied, going towards Natsume and smiled down at him. "Let's pair up for this contest," she uttered bluntly.
"So maybe I'd go with R—" before Mikan could finish, Natsume went to her and snaked his arms in her waist. "I'm sorry Shouda but I'm going with her."
"Huh? What? When? Who decide that?" she asked too many questions. "And please, get your filthy arms off me."
Sumire sighed and said, "Oh well, then I'd just go with Ruka."
"M-Me? Since when did I become your back-up?" he uttered.
"Just now," Sumire replied and turned to Natsume again. "Wait for me darling...by the end of this contest I'm going to be your partner in the play."
With that said, she exited the auditorium with a crispy laugh.
"Hyuuga! How many times should I tell you to keep your hands on yourself and stopped touching me!" she shouted. He pulled away from her and smirked, "I can't wait for the contest to come."
"I can't wait to burn you alive," she scowled. He turned around and said, "You can't because you love me very, very, very much."
He started to go off stage and gave her a last sneer.
She took of her shoes and threw it in the air. The shoes flew so high before it landed on Natsume's head. He groaned and glared at her. The shoes had some mud because it rained a little that day. And that said mud was all over Natsume.
Cinderella's Shoes
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